Mitch had no time to look at these, but only after stepping into the Northern Infernal Region did his anxious heart finally calm down.

Just in that moment, Kellen and Mitch both felt a sense of danger.

Kellen touched his pocket and quickly took out a few bottles of pills. He had Mitch feed them to Susie, and he also swallowed a few himself.

Just after the battle with King of Urban, Kellen actually took a pill, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to extract the final layer of pressure.

It was just that every second had to be calculated at that time, and even a second's delay could lead to the complete destruction of the entire army. There was simply no time to take out elixirs for others afterwards.

On the way to the Northern Infernal Region, he swallowed a few more.

I don't know why, but I felt a chill down my spine. I couldn't relax at all, and only now can I truly unwind.

Clara said, "Is everything okay? Then come down."

She muttered to herself:

Where can you find a woman carrying a man? It should be him carrying her, more or less.

But who called her a ghost now?

Although murmuring softly, Kellen heard it. He relaxed and couldn't help but laugh, whispering, "Next time, I'll carry you."

Just at that moment, Susie, who was sound asleep, was lying on Mitch's shoulder. Her head tilted to one side as she softly murmured, "Mom..."

The next second...

Clara stumbled and immediately toppled Kellen, quickly approaching and whispering softly, "Mom is here..."

She touched Susie's cheek with a heartache, she had become thin, really thin.

The last time I saw her, she was only three or four years old, with chubby and rosy cheeks.

With innocent wide eyes, every glance was enough to melt one's heart.

Now she has become an independent little Yama.

While other children were still singing "Dig, dig, dig" in kindergarten, she was already fighting for her own life and the lives of her family.

"Thank you for your hard work, baby..." Clara felt a pang in her heart.

Standing behind, Kellen's eyes were filled with sadness as he looked at Susie's sleeping face, and a slight pang of pain spread through his heart.

Go to sleep, little sweetheart, and when you wake up, you will have become a talented and powerful person.

Just as I was thinking, Clara appeared right behind Mitch - or more accurately, right behind Susie. It's just that Mitch was holding Susie, so she was sticking close and following along.

Kellen fell silent for a moment, then lifted his foot.

Immediately after, however, he stumbled and his face turned pale.

"Ugh...!" he groaned.

Clara was startled and quickly went over to support him, "Are you okay? Didn't we agree on something?"

Kellen's tall figure leaned heavily on Clara, tilting to one side.

"No good, can't leave," he said.

Clara: "....?"

Brother, are you okay?

I treated you as a brother, and you treated me like a beast of burden?

But seeing Kellen's bad complexion, Clara grumbled and reluctantly squatted down, saying, "Come on, bring it on."

Kellen found it amusing and extended his arm to rest it on her shoulder, his voice low: "No need, just supporting me like this is enough."

Clara let him put his arm around her, while she also reached out and hooked her hand around his back. The two of them truly became shoulder to shoulder.

"Hey, you know what? You're a good person, except for your big mouth," Clara said. "I didn't know you were like this before."

Kellen's eyes dimmed slightly as he asked her, "What was it like?"

Clara thought for a moment, "Hmm, aloof, enchanting, fierce warrior, king."

Kellen: "..."

The last word can be taken back.

"And now?" he said, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

Clara: "Now... it's hard to say."

You said he was carefree, but sometimes his demeanor suddenly changed.

He could have a smile in his eyes, and the next second he would pull out a gun.

Clara could never forget the way Kellen looked just now, with a slightly sickly smile on his face and eyes devoid of any emotion, as cold as the icicles hanging from the eaves in December.

Kellen smiled and didn't speak anymore.

She didn't know him now.

But he still remembered that she had said she was willing to spend a short life like a firefly, accompanying him for a period in every lifetime.

"Kellen, if I forget, remember to come find me..."

Because of this sentence, he spent a long time, countless times over thousands of years, encountering her for the first time, but every lifetime was a solitude for him.

"Then you should get to know me again," Kellen said.

"Hmm?" Clara turned her head in confusion, only to see him gazing ahead with a focused expression, his chiseled features carrying a subtle hint of a smile.

Somehow, Clara felt a slight warmth in her ears.

She secretly wondered in her heart: It's strange, she's a ghost, yet she can still feel heat, this is not scientific...

Kellen didn't speak anymore. He was indeed still heavily injured, and speaking was still difficult for him now.

A faint pain came from his muscles and veins, causing him to pale every few seconds as it throbbed.

It hurt to the core.

I don't know if it can be restored...

In this life, he only had this mortal body, and it was too difficult to break through the path with this mortal body.